15. Good boys get spanked
fifteen
Good boys get spanked
JAMES
Ewan shakes in my arms for a while, until my jeans are wet, moisture seeping through the fabric from the dewy grass. His rescue was impressive and quite timely. I thought I was a goner back there, when the ghosts dragged me deeper into the burial chamber.
“I almost lost you,” he said in anguish, as if losing me was the worst thing that could happen to him just then, and not being captured himself by the ghosts.
“I’m fine, Ewan. I promise. You saved me.” I put my nose in his soft hair and inhale his scent, clean sweat and shampoo.
I’ll miss this partnership when all of this is over. I doubt we’ll still have a job if Lana pays us instead of ExorSquad. And to be honest, I don’t want to keep risking my life for such a shitty business and asshole of a boss anyway.
I let him go. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before someone notices us.” I help him get to his feet.
We climb over the fence, careful with the suitcase.
Our ExorSquad bag stayed in the mausoleum, and if one day it gets them in trouble, all the better.
I just regret the fact that we lost Lana’s tools, but I don’t think she’ll be mad.
We got chased by the angry spirits of her ancestors, so she can cut us some slack.
The cemetery is located at the opposite end of Old Town from the hostel, and we look extremely conspicuous as we drag our suitcase along the dark streets at five in the morning.
Two grave robbers and the stolen remains of a medium who was murdered centuries ago.
Oh, and the bones of an old lady called Meredith, just as an extra. I snort.
Ewan looks at me, a question in his eyes.
“Nothing,” I say. “Just laughing at how weird my life is right now.” Seeing his face, I add, “Ghost hunting, grave robbing, and making friends with a sentient house and her furry minions.”
There is nothing weird about what Ewan and I are doing. We’re the only thing that make sense in this mess, and having him cry and beg for me is the best thing that happened to me all week.
We turn a corner, and the lights are on inside a coffee shop. The sign on the door says Closed, but the two employees inside appear to get ready for the day. It opens at six. I check my phone: 05:38.
“Let’s wait. I’d kill for a coffee right now.”
Ewan eyes the suitcase warily. “Shouldn’t we..?”
“They’re not getting more dead. We can get coffee.” I laugh.
“Then I’m getting something to eat too.”
I caress his cheek. “Anything you want, princess.”
He flushes, pleased. That haunted look on his face is finally retreating. I make a mental note to call him princess during sex. Because yes, I intend to fuck him as many times as possible before we have to part ways. Call me greedy, I’m not ashamed.
I gather his large body in my arms to keep him warm as we wait.
The baristas look at us curiously when they finally open shop, probably wondering what two obviously gay blokes are doing in the dark streets before six in the morning with only one suitcase.
From the little smile they share, I think they have decided we just came back from a booty call.
Fine by me, I won’t be the one to admit we just stole remains from a cemetery.
“A large chai latte and two cinnamon rolls, please,” Ewan says as we reach the counter.
“Black coffee and a croissant for me.”
We sit at a table by the window as they make our order. There is a real pumpkin propped on the window sill.
“Do you have plans for Halloween?” I ask him. It’s still a few weeks away.
He shakes his head. “No. But I’ll probably end up being dragged to bars by the rugby team. You?”
“I don’t even know where I’ll be by then, so no. I’ll probably need to look for a new job.”
I usually don’t mind travelling around, that’s why I do it, but I'd have loved to spend more time working with Ewan. Evil ghosts aside, I’ve been having so much fun in the past week. Lana and Shirley—and yes, even the cats—are growing on me. And Ewan is... I shake the thought away.
“Oh, right,” he says, dejected.
I hate seeing that look on his face, so I grab his chin and lean forwards, stealing a kiss.
When I pull back, his eyes are as big as saucers.
I wonder if he ever allowed himself to be who he is in public.
But then he surprises me by reaching for me and kissing me back.
A pleasant shiver skitters along my skin.
“Mmh, the things I’m going to do to you when we get back to the hostel,” I say against his lips.
He gasps, his lips parting sensually.
The barista clears her throat and we pull back so she can place our order on the table. She gives us a smirk before leaving. We eat our breakfast in a hurry, both eager to get back to the hostel now. You’d think almost getting buried alive would cool my lust, but apparently not.
It’s almost seven when we make it back and the place is in an uproar. Lana broke the news last night, that all the guests needed to be moved to new accommodations. People aren’t happy, obviously, and she and her employees have to make it work somehow.
As she sees us, she gestures for our attention.
“Take this and use my private bathroom to get comfortable.” She drops a key with a heart keychain in my hand.
“You don’t want to stand in the way of eighty-something guests getting ready to depart.
And leave the suitcase up there,” she adds when she sees our loot.
“We don’t want someone carrying it away by accident. ”
“We really don’t.” They’d be in for a nasty surprise, in the form of dusty bones instead of their belongings. “Thank you.”
She winks at me. She looks a little frazzled, and I wonder if I should help, but we did our part tonight by going grave robbing. We deserve a break and a few hours of sleep.
The cats weave between the guests’ legs, keeping everyone on their toes, quite literally.
We make a quick detour to our room to grab our bags, then head to Lana’s wing.
Half of the first floor is the private part of her home.
We’ve never been inside, and my eyes widen as I open the door.
This part looks like a sunny apartment, with a large bedroom that doubles as a living room with a giant TV, and a luxury bathroom with an Italian shower and a tub.
It’ll be difficult for the both of us to fit in the tub, with Ewan being so massive, but the shower is indecently spacious.
I leave the cursed suitcase by the door after locking it behind us, and I point to the bathroom. “I want you naked in five seconds and in that shower.”
Ewan looks at me for a moment, lust blooming in his gaze, and then he’s almost running to the shower.
I catch him before he’s fully naked, and I help him get out of his dusty overalls.
We’re both covered in grime from our stunt in the cemetery.
As he bends to take his socks off, I’m rewarded with a view of his impressive ass. My hand twitches as an idea takes hold.
“Do you like to be spanked, Ewan?”
He looks at me over his shoulder, rosy-cheeked. “I—I don’t know...”
“You’ve never been spanked?”
He shakes his head. “My ex had me do it to him, but I have large hands and I didn’t want to...”
“You’d much prefer be at the receiving end?”
He nods. “Maybe...”
“Will you let me try? And we can see if you enjoy it. If you don’t, it’s alright. There are other things we can try.”
“Alright...”
Before he can second-guess himself, I smack his ass. It’s a gentle one, and my palm barely stings, but his loud gasp echoes in the wide bathroom.
“Are you good?” I ask.
“Aye...”
“Brace yourself on the sink and bend over for me, princess. I want to leave my mark on your perfect ass, in the shape of my hand.”
His moan goes straight to my cock as he obeys. I push his legs with mine, ensuring that he widens his stance and his ass is at the perfect height to rub my crotch on his backside. He whines as I do just that. I’m still fully clothed, but I don’t care as long as I have him naked under me.
I raise my hand and give him another slap on his right cheek, this time putting a little more force. His large body jerks, and he moans again.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
Ewan shakes his head so fast I worry he might give himself whiplash.
I laugh. “Very well. Then let me have my fun with you, sweet thing.”
“Plea... please...”
I raise my left hand this time and spank his other cheek. There is a resounding smack as it lands, followed by his incredible voice as he mewls.
“Yes, that’s it baby. Let me hear you. Let them all hear you. I want them to know we’re up to no good in here, and you’re the perfect slut for me.”
“Oh... James..!”
Another slap. “You should see the way your skin reddens for me, like a fruit ripening, waiting to be tasted.” I lean forwards and bite his ass. He chokes on air as I lick it better.
I spank him again. In the mirror in front of us, I can see him.
His eyes are closed and he’s lost in rapture.
His cock is hard and leaking between his legs.
I reach for it from behind, and he shouts as my fist tightens around his erection.
I only give him two strokes, I fear he’s going to come too soon.
“God, look at you. Weeping for me.” I grab his hair and pull, forcing him to watch his reflection in the mirror, my other hand around his throat. I feel his moan vibrating through my palm. “Fuck, you’re beautiful like this. You turn me on so much. I need to come inside you.”
“Please...” he says, a single tear rolling down on his face. “James...”
“Please what, princess?”
He swallows. “Please... fuck me...”
I groan. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”
I reach for the bottle of lube in my pocket. Yes, call me a pervert, but I carry it with me all the time now. Fucking Ewan is always on my mind, and I want to be prepared. I made sure to thank Shirley yesterday for her gift.